Author's Note: Finally we get some sex!! Sorry for the wait, and the very tasteful, non-explicit writing. I found out my family was going to read this and was very careful. Maybe down the line if there are enough requests I will write a very explicit sex scene for them.
They arrived back at Avengers tower and everyone split up to get clean after the mission. That is everyone except Bruce, who hadn't needed to turn into the Hulk.
Lucy heard Nat debriefing Clint on the phone about what happened as she headed to her apartment.
Bucky looked...out of place. He kept shuffling his feet and looking around.
Lucy took pity on him and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards her apartment. He needed a shower badly. She wouldn't tell him of course, but he stunk.
When they got to her apartment she shoved him into the master bathroom and told him in no uncertain terms he was not allowed out until he was clean from head to toe. He gave her a look but obeyed.
Lucy used the guest bathroom herself. She was humming, halfway through her shower when there was a knock on the door, she turned towards it but before she could respond it swung open and Steve was standing there with a bundle of clothing, looking at her through the clear glass of the wall to the shower in just as much shock as she felt.
"Oh my god." He mumbled turning that cherry red, and turning away as fast as he possibly could.
Lucy crouched in the water to hide her nudity.
"Rogers!" She shouted.
Lucy thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did. Bucky came barreling naked into the room covered in suds himself. Looking ready to kill.
"WHAT!" He shouted looking around "WHERE ARE THEY!"
"No enemy." Steve croaked out, still covering his eyes.
"Then what happened?" Bucky asked, dropping his arms and turning to look at Steve.
"I...she...shower...thought it was you" Steve sputtered. Still crimson, face covered, and looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
"Oh." Bucky said. The brilliant conversationalist that he was.
"Both of you out." Lucy said from her curled up position. Trying very hard not to look at Bucky and keep all of her lady parts covered.
Thankfully they left, Bucky leaving a trail of water behind him. It took awhile for Lucy to uncurl and get back to her shower. She would never take the privacy of bathing as a given ever again.
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Bucky sat on the couch, in the clothes that Steve had brought him. The punk had made an honest mistake thinking that Buck would be showering in the guest bathroom, but really the guy had super hearing. Did he not think to use it?
Bucky had chewed him out, and Steve had left looking like he was about to go confess all of his sins at the nearest church he could find.
Bucky listened as the shower finally kicked off and heard the shuffling of Lucy putting on her clothes. He spread his arms across the back of the couch, stretching his legs out, manspreading at its best.
She walked into the living room and gave him one of the smiles that sent him to his knees.
"Hi." She breathed out.
"Hi." He responded.
She moved towards him like a moth drawn to a flame. When she was close enough he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She went willingly.
Soon her folded legs were settled on either side of his hips and her arms were wrapped around his neck, as her fingers lazily played with the hair at his nape.
His own hands gripped either side of her waist gently. She felt amazing right there. All soft and silky.
He let out a happy hum as she pressed her forehead against his own. She responded with her own hum of satisfaction.
"I want you." He whispered.
"I want you too."
He groaned at her response, unable to stop his hips from giving a rolling thrust up into her. Even with the clothes between them it felt good. She must have agreed because she let out a gasp at the feeling.
He wanted to do it again, but he wanted to take his time with her more.
"Can I make love to you?" He practically begged. Trailing kisses down her face, towards her mouth.
"Please." She whimpered, catching his mouth in a heated kiss.
He responded with a groan, opening his mouth to the onslaught of her tongue. Kissing her was like a drug, all intoxicating.
She pulled him closer and ground her pelvis down into his own. He couldn't stop the shudder that ripped down his spine at the aggressive move.
Bed, they needed a bed. Bucky wrapped his hands under Lucy's butt and stood with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, continuing to devour him with kisses. Bucky walked in the vague direction of the master bedroom, not caring when he banged his pinkie toe against the coffee table. It wasn't broken and the pain wasn't enough to distract him from Lucy's kisses.
As he walked she trailed her lips away from his mouth across the side of his face to his ear, which she licked. He didn't expect the shot of arousal that lick would give him and tripped them into a wall.
Luckily he shot his hand out in time to catch them before Lucy's back could hit the wall. In retaliation he grabbed her own earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently. Lucy's head fell back on a gasp and she rolled her hips into Bucky's seeking friction.
Bucky growled and pressed his soulmate fully to the wall so he could thrust up at just the right angle...
Lucy let out a whimpering moan of pleasure, wrapping herself even tighter around Bucky.
Bed. They needed a bed. He wasn't going to take her for the first time against a wall, no matter how much his labido said he should.
With all of his remaining control he shoved them away from the wall and made it to the bedroom.
The bed was welcome as he fell forward onto it with Lucy in his arms. She gave a satisfied moan as her back hit the soft surface.
Her hands trailed from his neck down to the hem of his shirt. She rucked it up, obviously wanting it off.
He agreed, leaning up and away from her to yank the offending article of clothing off. She gave an appreciative hum as she started to trace the scars that covered his body. He had a moment to feel self-conscious about them, but Lucy spoke, stopping his thoughts:
